A summer ritual that pulled like the tide. North to Canada following the geese. Good enough for them... when I would hear them it was soon time to depart California and the madness of the highways gnarled with tourist traffic.

From the time I was a child it was inevitable that the family would transfer North. The land of bears and Mosquitos ...and.... 

wilderness and freedom. 

As I got older when classes were done I'd get the inner calling. My brother had moved to Oregon by this time. He'd built his cabin by hand in the woods. We were back to the land reading the Firefox books and singing Joni Mitchell and Crosby Stills and Nash.

And then when the time was right I fell in love with a gorgeous woodsman and moved to Canada to be with him. The travels North and South continued. The Northern gentleman and I married then parted.

My musical travels continued North and South. A van with me and the boys. Late nights long hours on stage and on the road.

Then...I met the man who would change my life forever. We married and continued the travels. He loved our Canada, we saw the grizzly, the wolf, the bear... the Northern Lights.

Now...he is gone to the other side, yet today...he travels North with me.